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Chapter 1240 An Apology The icy wasteland of Borealis stretched out, a frozen hell that seemed to swallow all warmth.

The winds screamed through the barren expanse, brutal and relentless, choking every breath.

Under the harsh, pale light of the moon, the land appeared ancient, a desolate void of ice and shadow.

Every person present knew the weight of Valdemar’s words.

They were a direct, open threat to Divine Drakebane. But they were more than that.

They were Tanqueria’s declaration. “We will kill Divine Drakebane.”

This was no small threat. It would fracture the balance of power, rip apart the world’s fragile order.

A mad, reckless decision, one that could tear everything apart.

Gustov’s body ached as he summoned the last of his strength. He rose with urgency in his voice. “Mr. Drakebane, please, wait! I have to speak with Valdemar!”

Robin’s fist remained poised, deadly.

Alexander rushed to Robin’s side, breathless. “Please, Mr. Ramsey, don’t do this. Tanqueria Palace would never make such a mistake.”

He steadied Gustov, who wavered on his feet. “General, you must use the Tanqueria War God Token. You alone can stop Valdemar!

“Without it, Tanqueria will be doomed!”

Alexander knew that only Gustov could prevent what was about to unfold.

If Valdemar carried through with his threat and launched a micro–nuke at Robin, it wouldn’t just end Divine Drakebane.

It would end everyone here.

It would shatter Tanqueria, leaving it in ruins.

At Tanqueria’s borders, the army Eight Great Royal Houses of Draconia were already poised, hungry for a reason to attack.

Their hawkish leaders had never stopped calling for the return of the lost northern lands.

One wrong move, one opening, and the situation would spiral beyond control.

Alexander’s voice boomed. “Valdemar, if you don’t want to become Tanqueria’s greatest traitor, you must stop now!

“The whole world is waiting for Tanqueria to destroy itself.

+8 Pearls Gustov’s tone was low, heavy with command. “Valdemar, as Borcalis‘ God of War, I order you to stop.”

Valdemar’s reply was swift and unwavering. “General Binnion, Tanqueria’s humiliation cannot go unpunished!

“You alone cannot defeat Divine Drakebane. You cannot stop this madman from wreaking havoc on our land.

“For Tanqueria’s honor, I will bear the burden of guilt if I must.”

Robin’s dark chuckle cut through the air as he shoved Alexander and Gustov aside.“You two think you can play me? Move! I’ll kill this bastard today!”

Valdemar’s voice cracked with arrogance. “Divine Drakebane, if you surrender now, I’ll leave you with a full corpse! This way, we avoid a bigger mess!

“Tanqueria is a warrior nation! We won’t take your humiliation!”

Robin’s grin widened. He moved toward Valdemar, each step slow and deliberate.

Valdemar reacted instantly, leaping into his armored war vehicle, shouting orders to clear the area.

He was prepping for a strike on Robin, his mind already set on using Tanqueria’s latest weapon–a micro- nuke with an absurdly wide blast radius.

It was a gamble, but it bought Robin a precious few seconds.

He waved for Jane and Anthony to follow, and in a flash, they raced toward the war vehicle.

The engine roared to life.

Robin stood firm in front of it. His fist crashed into the vehicle.

The impact sent it flying 30 feet.

The thick, bulletproof armor didn’t crack.

But the force of the blow sent the war machine barreling, like a projectile hitting a mountain.

The armored vehicle lost all control, spinning wildly in the air before crashing to the ground.

It took the driver a full minute to snap out of the shock.

Inside, Valdemar, shaken and frantic, screamed, “Rev it up! That lunatic’s back!”

Robin didn’t hesitate. He charged again, landing a crushing punch on the war vehicle.

The sixty–ton beast flipped another 30 feet.

“Fire! Fire and kill this bastard!”

Valdemar couldn’t believe what he saw. Divine Drakebane’s punch had flipped a machine weighing several napter 1240 An Apology 96%

Robin was like a berserk beast, relentlessly hammering the armored vehicle.

Inside, the guards were vomiting from the violent forces, their heads spinning uncontrollably.

Valdemar was thrown around like a ragdoll. Panic overtook him.

At this rate, the National Security Bureau director wouldn’t survive this.

Every Tanqueria official stood frozen, helpless, as they watched the nightmare unfold.

And they all shared the same thought, even Valdemar trapped inside.

How had Tanqueria gotten tangled up with this madman called Divine Drakebane?

+8 Pearls Gustov stood at a distance, his head hung low in bitter resignation. He glanced over at Alexander, whose helplessness mirrored his own. With a heavy sigh, Gustov muttered, “Alexander, maybe you’re right. Tanqueria does owe Divine Drakebane an explanation.”

He paused, then added, “Even if this somehow gets settled, Tanqueria will have lost an invincible Divine- level ally forever.”

A sudden rumble echoed through the air, a sound like distant thunder.

Two planes descended from the sky–one, the Tanqueria presidential envoy’s jet, the other, marked with the Draconia Quintana Residence insignia.

Accompanied by Tanqueria’s elite air guard, they landed on the frozen ground with precision.

A line of armored Tanqueria Presidential Ironclad Guards swiftly formed two rows, standing rigid and unyielding.

Nikita, the Tanqueria presidential envoy, led the charge, flanked by Jethro and the Draconian foreign affairs team. They approached Robin, quick and purposeful.

“Mr. Ramsey, please, show mercy,” Nikita’s voice rang out, a note of desperation in his tone. He bowed slightly as he came closer. “I am Nikita, the Tanqueria Presidential Envoy. I’ve been sent to request a ceasefire and reconciliation from Divine Drakebane.”

Jethro stepped forward, nodding gravely. “Master Ramsey, please halt. The highest echelons of Tanqueria’s leadership have sent me to join this request. We ask you to stop your retaliation against Tanqueria.”

Robin’s attack on Valdemar’s war vehicle faltered. His fist froze mid–air as he hesitated, eyeing the newcomers Nikita took another step, bowing his head slightly, his words deliberate and solemn. “Divine Drakebane, Tanqueria Palace regrets Yakonov’s actions with foreign dark forces. The attack on Snow Valley almost led to tragedy–nearly causing your death.

“Tanqueria Palace will issue a public apology to you and the Quintana Residence.

“And those responsible will face a military tribunal.”

Robin raised a brow, his eyes cold and sharp. “The National Security Bureau’s officer, Valdemar tried to kill Chapter 1240 An Apology.

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“We will judge this matter quietly and severely punish Valdemar.”

Jethro, standing by, furrowed his brow. He could see the stubborn resolve in Robin’s eyes.

He knew this–if Valdemar didn’t die, Robin would never stop.